The Last Race of Freedom
They rode to defend their land
As the rode across the land
Past the windmills and fields of green
To the battle front well they ride
The enemy was coming
The men were called
To the battle front with arms in flair
All coming even in death stare
Freedom was threatened
The land was there’s
It was the last resort
Some may not come out alive
But sacrifice was necessary this time
Fear was not an option here
Riding into certain death
Courage and resilience was their creed
Sad it had to come to this
And yet it came so swift
The battle is coming
and it will be fought
by brave men and their courage enough
About the Creator
Sarah Danaher
I enjoy writing for fun. I like to write for several genres including fantasy, poetry, and dystopian, but I am open to trying other genres too. It has been a source of stress relief from my busy life.
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Wonderful piece. Nicely done.
Love this Sarah , a great take on the challenge, thank you so much